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The Gift of 85 Inches
I wasn’t looking forward to another winter of solitary workouts in the basement. I miss my friends at the indoor fitness center; the ones who help me sweat on a stationary bike while chatting female to escape the snowstorm whirling outside the windows. But I’m not ready to return. “We should get a treadmill…
The day I Invited Bread Back to the Table
I’ve conditioned myself to believe that modern day woman does not eat bread. Can a December stress eater pause long enough to enjoy a roll without eating the whole bag? At this time of the year I feel like Lucy standing next to Ethel on the assembly line trying to wrap the chocolate before the…
The Glue That Holds Us Together
When I think about Thanksgiving’s of before I hear the haunting melody of the harmonica and imagine Billy Joel at the piano. Son, can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goes I glance back to memories just behind my right shoulder. My Grandmother’s laugh cuddled next to stories I…
